Gemotions

Eliza’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the comments, her vision blurring with unshed tears. The public exposure of her most personal struggles felt like a physical assault. The laughter, the judgement – it all felt unbearable.

Her chest felt tight, as if a vise were squeezing the breath from her. She pushed herself away from her desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. She needed to escape.

She grabbed her coat and keys, barely registering what she was doing. She knew she couldn’t stay there, not another second. She needed the comfort of the familiar. She needed to disappear.